I was able to snap a few shots of birds visiting the bird feeder wreath before it was decimated by a gluttonous squirrel. I stood at the window and watched him devour the various treats and then nibble at the string used to tie the peanut butter and seed covered pine cones to the wreath. After dropping each one to the ground, this industrious rodent, using his tiny hands, barely secured a large pine cone in his mouth and gleefully ran away.
I am only guessing at the names of the birds ~ let me know if I have misidentified any
Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come, Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home, When Jesus is my portion. My constant friend is He: His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me; His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free, For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.